Milky lows and highs always get to me.
sometimes I feel like i'm living a revêrie
-- just a memory.

Of the things that were yet cease to be
And of the times we played in aim to seek.

Peach fuzz often is all my entity. It grips
headline sometimes but is it the real enemy?
We should learn to live in ourselves, our vessels,
but seek to let other live the way they want to as well.

Words from the heart if they're opinion
they're often criticized.
But is it opinion or oppression
as they criticize the strands on my thighs?

These milky highs and lows i'm jet-riding,
feels just like the misfortune of the times.